[ OPEN ] Death is not romantic
Characters: Eve (nolicenseyet) and whoever wants to tag this
Location: Creeping Crypt 2B
Rating: PG...for mentions of death?
Time: November 28th (so, because the day changed happened sometime between me starting this and me posting this, this is now backlogged.), after this thread.
Description: Eve's just been told Train, the man who had been the foundation of all her beliefs is dead...and she can't quite bring herself to accept it. Also, her door can't be locked right now.
After that moment where she had raised her voice at the communicator, rallying against what she'd been told because Train couldn't be dead hecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn't, she had fallen silent. There was no loud sobbing or sniffles or hysterics. Eve was just curled up on the couch, where she'd been when she made her post, with her arms around her legs, forehead resting on top of her knees.
She clenched her teeth, but that, like the few tears that slipped down her cheeks, was barely visible in the dim light of her apartment.
((OOC: Action is fine! I just like setting up with prose. If your character knocks, feel free to assume that Eve isn't answering. Also, her door can't be locked right now so just have your characters walk right in if you want.))
Location: Creeping Crypt 2B
Rating: PG...for mentions of death?
Time: November 28th (so, because the day changed happened sometime between me starting this and me posting this, this is now backlogged.), after this thread.
Description: Eve's just been told Train, the man who had been the foundation of all her beliefs is dead...and she can't quite bring herself to accept it. Also, her door can't be locked right now.
After that moment where she had raised her voice at the communicator, rallying against what she'd been told because Train couldn't be dead hecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn'thecouldn't, she had fallen silent. There was no loud sobbing or sniffles or hysterics. Eve was just curled up on the couch, where she'd been when she made her post, with her arms around her legs, forehead resting on top of her knees.
She clenched her teeth, but that, like the few tears that slipped down her cheeks, was barely visible in the dim light of her apartment.
((OOC: Action is fine! I just like setting up with prose. If your character knocks, feel free to assume that Eve isn't answering. Also, her door can't be locked right now so just have your characters walk right in if you want.))